Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.